German fiction -- Translations into English; Holy Roman Empire -- History -- Charles V, 1519-1556 -- Fiction
Don Luis paid no heed to all this, hastening first to the chapel to
ask a young German chaplain to administer the sacrament to Sir Wolf
Hartschwert, to whose house he hurriedly directed him. Then going
swiftly to the third story, he waked Dr. Mathys, the Emperor’s leech.
The portly physician rubbed his eyes angrily; but as soon as he learned
for whom he was wanted and how serious was the injury, he showed the
most praiseworthy haste and, with the attendant who carried his surgical
instruments and medicines, was standing beside the sufferer’s couch
almost as soon as the wounded man.
The result of his examination was anything but gratifying.
He would gladly do all that his skill would permit for the knight, but
in so serious a fracture of the skull only the special mercy of Heaven
could preserve life.
Dr. Doll, the best physician in Ratisbon, assisted him with the
bandaging, and old Ursel had suddenly recovered her lost strength.
When the maid-servant asked timidly if she should not call Wawerl down
from upstairs, she shrugged her shoulders with a movement which the
one-eyed girl understood, and which signified anything but acceptance of
the proposal.
Yet Barbara would perhaps have rendered most efficacious assistance.
True, she was still sleeping the sound slumber of wearied youth.
Directly after her return from her imperial lover, she had gone to rest
in the little chamber behind the bow-windowed room. It looked out upon
the courtyard, and was protected from the noise of the street. When she
heard sounds in the house, she thought that old Ursel was ill and they
were summoning the doctor. For a moment she felt an impulse to rise
and go downstairs, but she did not like to leave her warm bed, and Wolf
would manage without her. She had always lacked patience to wait upon
the sick, and Ursel had grown so harsh and disagreeable since she
joined the Protestants. Finally, Barbara had brought home exquisite
recollections of her illustrious lover, which must not be clouded by the
suffering of the old woman, whom, besides, she could rarely please.
She did not learn what had happened until she went to mass, and then
it weighed heavily upon her heart that she had not given Wolf her
assistance, especially as she suspected, with strange certainty, that
she herself was connected with this terrible misfortune.
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